Monthly Archives: May 2017

Remembering

This is a post I’ve been wanting to write for quite a while, and today, the start of the Memorial Day weekend, seems a good time.

You may recall seeing this photo here before.  That’s my grandmother with two of her six sons. Although she’s embracing both of them, the one she’s leaning toward is Bennie. He had been drafted, and I’m told that this was taken the day before he left to fight in WWII.  That worry, known only by a mother, is so evident on her face.

Thankfully, Uncle Bennie returned from the war (after being held at and escaping from a prison camp) and lived a long, happy life, passing away in 2005, at the age of 84.

But, what I’ve been wanting to post about are some family mementos from Uncle Bennie’s time in the Army.  My mom saved three postcards he sent to her and my dad during his days at boot camp. I recall seeing these as a young child, but never appreciated them until years later.

When I was very young, I asked my mom what this postcard meant:  why did the soldier lose his taste for potatoes once he joined the army? This one is postmarked January 9, 1943, and was mailed from Paris, Texas.

I think Mom had to explain this next postcard to me, too, since, at that time, I’d never heard feet referred to as “dogs”.  The postmark on this one is July 13, 1943, from Camp Maxey, Texas.

Although this next one is certainly a cute card, what makes it really special to me is not only the message on the back, but more importantly, how it is addressed.

My dad’s nickname was “Bow” (or “Bo”, or “Beau”), but I have no idea how he earned that nickname.  No one I ever asked knew the answer. But it’s remarkable to me that, in 1943, a postcard sent from Texas, addressed to “Bow” (no last name) with the town name misspelled (it’s Bacon’s Castle, not Baker’s Castle) made it to its destination.  And if you’re wondering, the “Donnie” he referred to in the message was my mom. I can’t quite make out the postmark date, but it appears to be November 13, 1943, and arrived in Bacon’s Castle on November 20.

Memorial Day was originally designated as a holiday to remember those who died while in service to their country. While being grateful for them, I’m also thankful that my family (especially my grandmother) didn’t have to know that sorrow.

~These Days Of Mine~

Blogging/Facebook Friends

Several of my Facebook friends are gals who also write blogs. And that’s really nice that we’ve connected in that way, since most of us don’t blog everyday.

But there’s one aspect of this that bothers me a little.  Whenever I post a picture on Facebook, I hesitate to include that photo in a blog post. Because I feel as though I’m forcing my blogging/Facebook friends to “sit through a rerun”.

Such is the case today. I shared the last photo in today’s post on Facebook earlier in the week.

Monday had been an overcast, dreary, drizzly day in our area. But the skies began to clear late in the day.  As my mom used to say: “The sun came out in time to set”.

However, there were still clouds.

I thought the photo above would be the extent of photo ops with the sunset. But, later, I glanced out the window and saw the most vivid pink sky I can recall.

This was the best picture I could get with our camera. (I still don’t understand all those camera buttons. I’m just an “auto setting” kinda girl.)

BUT, this one was taken with my trusty little Android phone. And it captures the colors in the sky perfectly.

And, of course, I had to immediately share it on Facebook.  Thus the reason some of you are sitting through a rerun today.

~These Days Of Mine~

Monday Morning Mews – Selfie Edition

Happy Monday, efurryone! It’s Sundae, reporting today’s mews, and I have an exciting announcement.

I have been practicing selfies!  These were taken one evening last week when I had joined Motor Mommy in her recliner.  We sometimes have a little “snuggle time” there at the end of the day.

This was my first one, and as you can tell, I needed more practice. I cut off my ear! Obviously, that just won’t do. (Can you see Motor Mommy in the background?)

This was my next try. I decided to include Mommy in this one, too:

I was smiling in that one, but Mommy wasn’t, so I had to take one more.

There, that’s much better. I think I could get into this “selfie craze”.  Wonder if Mommy would buy me one of those selfie sticks…?

~These Days Of Mine~

Returning To The Scene

Our most recent trip to the Carova Beach area of the Outer Banks included a visit with our friends, Mike and Renee, from Ohio.  We met them a couple of years ago on the beach when she and I were both taking pictures of “our” wild horses.

Now whenever they are in the area, Motor Man and I drive down to meet them, and we all go in search of horses together.

We were certainly not disappointed on this particular day: we saw over 50 horses, and the majority of them were down at the water’s edge.

It was a really hot day, so beach umbrellas were in use….by both humans and equines, apparently.

Although we see horses by the water frequently in the summertime, seeing them in the surf is a bit more unusual and always a treat.

“I’ve still got some sand in my shoes on my back.”  This one had just finished rolling in the sand before wading in the water.

I shot this video of him enjoying the water and was really pleased once I uploaded it to the computer.  It’s about a minute and half long, but the very best part comes in the last few seconds. No music with this one, just the sound of the wind and the surf.

We couldn’t let the day end without a picture of the four of us with horses in the background.

And  thanks, Mike, for this one of Motor Man and me; you even got him to smile.

We’re already looking forward to your next visit when we can once again “return to the scene”.

~These Days Of Mine~

At Sunrise

Although she’s most welcome any time throughout the day,

sunrise just may be the most beautiful time to visit.

~These Days Of Mine~

Monday Morning Mews, Mouse Edition

Hi, readers. Gypsy here, with this week’s mews. And this is a rather difficult post for me to write.

You see, last Wednesday, Motor Man had some visitors in our office.  As he and the other two guys sat there, talking, a MOUSE appeared, went to the center of the room and looked at all three men.  The mouse then moved on along to the other side of the office. “Yours truly” was in her kitty bed on a nearby counter, completely oblivious to what was taking place.

Later, the guys left, and Motor Man went out into the shop.  Motor Mommy arrived from an errand a short time later, and Motor Man related the mouse story to her. She noticed me inspecting the area of the office where the mouse was last seen. But, then, once again, I retired to my kitty bed.

A short time later, a friend of my pawrents arrived, and as they all sat in the office, chatting, the mouse appeared once again.  The friend was able to subdue the mouse, pick it up by its tail and relocate it to the outside world.

 And this is all I have to say about the matter:

I think that pretty well sums up the situation.

~These Days Of Mine~

A Band Of Goslings

Technology can be so frustrating. I’ve tried for the better part of the week to put music to this video.

But, for various and sundry reasons, it just ain’t happening.

 I am, however, determined to share the video with you.  This was taken through the window of our garage door one day last week.  I happened to glance out and see all seven goslings enjoying our little bird bath.

Although they were obviously drinking water, I couldn’t help but think that it looked like they were singing.

So, I present to you “The Gosling Band”:  feel free to insert your own music. And just for fun, leave a comment below, if you’d like, with the name of the song you think the goslings might be singing.

~These Days Of Mine~